Author's Note

I do not own Game of Thrones

They came into this world during a great thunderstorm as lightning cracked overhead and wind and rain whipped the walls, squalling and bloody. On that day the seas seemed to rage a little more violently and those there said the stone of Dragonstone itself felt warmer to the touch.

Their mother although weakened greatly by the long and difficult birth, was delighted by her newborn children. She would live to see them only thrice and name them thusly: the first, a girl, Daenara; the second, a boy, Jaemar; and the third, a second girl, Saeherys. They were small babes, which was perhaps to be expected with a set of triplets, but seemed healthy enough, with strong lungs and hearts. All three had skin as pale as the moon, soft silver-gold baby hair and pale blue eyes.

The wet nurses that looked into those eyes said they were far too intelligent, too old, too knowing.

They said the babes were old souls.

Behind closed doors, they talked of Daenara's fascination with the knights' swords and how she would reach for them given any opportunity; of Jaemar's unusual stillness; of Saeherys's obsession with any and all dragon carvings in the fortress, which she would squeal and gesture at.

By the time the Baratheon men arrived at Dragonstone and the babes had long since been smuggled away along with their older brother Viserys, those that remained there were quite happy to tell them how Daenara always appeared angry, how Jaemar looked at things as though trying to know their worth, how Saeherys gazed straight through people. They spoke of what quiet babes they were, how they never cried or screamed, though they would occasionally growl and scratch and even bite at each other or those near.

Like animals, some said, like dragons whispered others.

Above all though, they liked to watch the world around them with those knowing eyes.

They were demons, they said, monsters born of a sinful incestual marriage, the price the Targaryens had to pay for their crimes against the gods, but maybe they were just saying what they thought the new King would want to hear in order to keep their heads on their shoulders.

Far off in Braavos, three babes slumbered peacefully and dreamt of fire and blood and dragons.

Author's Note

So here's an odd idea that I became obsessed with and really went for. This is finished up to the end of season one. I hope to write beyond that, but as anyone who has read my other fics knows, I make no promises.

This story does mostly use show canon, but there might be things slipped in from the books.